Furyan Rage,3 yet did no harm to anyone, including myself, because the silent witness had set
boundaries. In fact, I rejoiced in the intense vitality that I felt, having set aside self-judgment and
self-loathing in favor of self-love. I felt alive in a way I could not remember feeling alive before.
When the rage had run its course, a feeling of calm and ease came over me; but that calm was
actually balanced power. I felt something like a humming feeling-tone, a bubbling effervescence
throughout my being. I said to Pamela that I felt genuine love for my father for the first time in my
life; the released emotional energy had already reverted to its natural free state. Pamela simply
smiled.
Several years later, on my first visit to the healing center in Brazil, I had a very intense and vivid
dream of my father. In it I saw him as a young man, someone whom, had I met him by chance, I
would have admired and respected. He was full of life and blessed with many outstanding qualities
and abilities. I had never before been able to see my father beyond the image I had of him, which
was almost entirely my own projection. I was overcome with emotion in my dream and I awoke in
tears. For the first time in my life, I felt great love for my father; our souls had made contact,
bypassing our egos.
Two years later, when I was about to return to Brazil, I had a clear premonition – telempathy across
time rather than space – that I would not see him again, despite him seeming to be in good health
and cheer. As we parted for the final time I said to him, with all my feeling, Goodbye Dad. He
looked at me with clear, kind eyes and softly said, Goodbye Son. Two weeks later, I cut short my
stay in Brazil, feeling compelled to return early to my parents’ home where I was living at the time,
only to learn that my father had died an hour before my return.
Our rapport has strengthened during the decades since his passing. He has become a chief ally in the
spirit realm. About three years ago, I had a second vivid dream of him, just like the first one. Then a
third time, about a year later, forming a triplet.
Building trust in the unseen
Until feminine is fully healed and brought into balance with matured (service-oriented rather than
ego-driven) masculine, trust in one’s newly emerging metaphysical faculties can be enhanced by
establishing a system for ascertaining the veracity of what is perceived or experienced with them.
My own system is to request from Spirit two confirmations of any message of serious import, as
inspired by Don Juan (of Castaneda’s books). As an example, the triplet that guided me to write this
article appeared about a week ago over several days:
First, a song from my childhood appeared unexpectedly in my mind. It was Pinball Wizard by The
Who, which I had not heard or thought about for years. The song was about an autistic child named
Tommy who had paranormal abilities.
He stands like a statue, becomes part of the machine
Feeling all the bumpers, always playing clean
Plays by intuition, the digit counters fall
That deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.
Second, as I was scrolling through my social media feed a post from a random channel appeared
containing a clip from the 1975 film Tommy, based on The Who’s rock opera which includes Pinball
Wizard. In the opera, Tommy became autistic due to childhood trauma involving his father.
A reference to the Riddick film series.
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